Road

By Jessiibear

Sat, 03 Apr 2021
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What is it about the road, I wonder

That catches little eyes?

 

Gravel grainy, blacktop tough, no matter--

Which comes as no surprise.

 

And there's no fear of the unknown, either.

No plate, no bags; no load.

 

How nice would it be to see what they see,

While trudging on the road.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Nostalgia

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

Invariably overlooked, I guess roads and trails can be attributed to many metaphors as they are the start and end of journeys. And yet the roads themselves are not thought about. Thoughtful poem which made me think. Paul

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Agree with Paul. I liked this very much! Made me think of becoming burdened by fears and duties, like a jangling backpack, while a child skips along. Also loved sound of "Gravel grainy, blacktop tough". Will think of this next time I walk back with the shopping :0)

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Yes, that's exactly it. Such different perspectives, a child's to an adult's. Thanks for your comment, glad you got something from this. 

Jess

Submitted by Tom Brown on

If I may also have a guess, the poem is not about a road, it is about car tires. No?

Keep well! Have a reat weekend it's already started! Tom Brown